Daily Life and Seafair

The last few days, the screaming in the RV park has been relentless.  All day, there is screaming.  In the afternoons it seems to get louder and more strident.  We look up the hill and wonder where they are, but we can’t see them.  They’re baby eagles.  I have never heard such a racket!  I think that accounts for why there are so few rabbits in the area.  There is supposed to be an owl family in the area, as well.  The office is telling people with very small dogs to keep an eye on them.  Death from the skies and all…..

There is not much to report.  There is walk there is hike.  We did a new to us trail, the Central Peak on Squak Mountain.  Going up I was whining about feeling like I could not breathe.  Coming back down we realized how steep it was in places, so the breathlessness was somewhat justified.  Good thing we’re at sea level.



This week we washed the truck and the bus.  It was really dirty.  Jim washes, I squeegee.  We elected not to do the roof, so it didn’t take too long.



We felt bad about this.  The spider had built a web between the bus and the power panel.  I unhooked the strands attaching him to the ladder and he ran off.  It was an excellent well organized web.



The monster laurel is making berries.  They’re pretty.



This is Seafair Weekend. It’s Seattle’s festival of summer.  The pirates come ashore in July.  Because this is Seattle, there is frequently push back from some of the community on the presence of guns and swords.  It sets a bad example for the youth.  Thus far, the pirates have retained their (fake) weapons.  They come ashore at Alki Beach in West Seattle and hand out candy and stuff to the kids.  During the 10 years we lived there, not once did we go down to see it.  There is a torch light parade, and a marathon and other stuff takes place until the final weekend with the Blues.



The Blue Angels perform over Lake Washington.  The I90 bridge is closed for two hour practices for two days, and they do the show on Saturday and Sunday.  There is also hydro racing on the lake.  Back in the day, all three local channels would cover the event from early in the day, until the last heat was over.  No more.  There is a paltry three hour program on Sunday afternoon, but that’s it.  Attendance on the beach is down, as are the number of boats rafting up out on the lake.  It’s a dying tradition.  Old Seattle is being moved off the stage as new Seattle moves in.  So much of the city is changing, we could be anywhere.

Two pictures of the Blue Angels from the internet: